hannahthepoet

Canada

Message from Writer

Hey guys! I'm a 17-year-old spoken word artist from Toronto Ontario, Canada trying to change the world one poem at a time. I'm always writing and I have so many poems that I will be posting soon. I do it for the cause, not the applause. Please check out my YouTube channel: hannahfloresthepoet and subscribe for more updates on my poetry short films and new projects I'm working on! My poems focus on race, gender, mental health, love, immigration and, in my most recent poem: "If The World Was A Movie," finding hope amidst this global pandemic. I hope to encourage more young writers to find their voice and realize that what they have to say is important!

Published Work

Letter Writing Competition 2020

To The Only Black Person In The Room

A Letter By: Hannah Flores


To the only Black person in the room,

You are, simultaneously, the most invisible and visibly distracting presence known to man.  Learning the art of being Black in a space is a process to carry out over a lifetime, as you are taught the myriad ways that Blackness can be undesirable.  This is a painful but essential discipline to practice.

You are the greatest balancing act to ever grace the tightrope: staying true to your identity while prioritizing the comfort of everyone else.  Making yourself small to make others feel comfortable has become your second nature and first instinct.

White picket fences lace the neighbourhoods where you are not meant to plant your flag, your garden, your foot.  You keep your wallet and identification handy, as many may question your residence within the confines of their sacred fence.  They call it "an intrusion."  They name you the plague that festers in their quiet little town. ...

Ancestors Speak

Cite Your Sources

By: Hannah Flores
Watch my YouTube film: https://youtu.be/FSNw0aiDxhE

Professor announces the return of our final papers
Professor hands me back my work
I flip back to the comments 
All professor writes is
Excellent work, not enough sources referenced

Professor says 
Cite your sources

I have trouble with this one
How do you cite a history that directly affects you?
That is you?
How do you cite yourself on a paper?

Professor says look at articles
Professor says watch videos
Professor says research

I have trouble with that
Because what if I am the educational video that is unfolding right now?
How do I cite what has already happened in my life and what will probably happen tomorrow?
Will there be a tomorrow?
Based on all of the things that have happened on too many yesterdays?

How do I cite a conversation with my grandmother?
How do I cite the fields of fruit trees that grow in her first homeland?
How...

This I Believe

The Good Book

By: Hannah Flores

I believe in The Good Book.

Reading in bed I look up, trying to find God in the ceiling.  I do this while trying not to do the opposite of healing.  I believe in finding purpose between pages, hope between the lines and holding the beginning of life in your hands.  It feels warm.

I believe in books.

When I read a book, the neurons in my brain fire overtime, deciding what the characters are wearing, how they're standing, and what it feels like the first time that they kiss.
No one shows you.
The words make suggestions.
My brain paints the pictures.

I believe books are agencies of travel that I can depend on.

To read in bed is to draw around me invisible, noiseless curtains. Then, at last, I am in a room of my own and I am ready to burrow back, back to that private life of the imagination we all led as...

Held Back

By: Hannah Flores

Held back in books
Held back in business
Held back in bonds
Held back in line
Held back in time

Hold my baby
And tell them
That they will be held back too

Please restrain me
Please hold me back
You will need to
For your own safety

The Fight for Justice

Spring Cleaning

By Hannah Flores
As I sweep the floors of this house
This body

You sweep things under the rugs
Leaving the pages of our stories to fade into dust
Turning our skins into doormats

You let all the houseplants wilt
Depriving this house of the extra oxygen that it needs
You've cleaned out the bookshelves and the pantry
Covered all of the furniture
Because you didn't want me to know how to know
How to cook
How to live and not just survive
You did not want me to have heirlooms

You emptied this house
So it wouldn't feel like a home
My home

So it wouldn't feel inviting anymore
Cleansing this house
To the point where it seems
That it was always vacant

Pocket Poem

Work

A poem by Hannah Flores

My mother taught me 
Fruits of labour are so sweet
My hands bled to pick the fruit

I have never tasted them.

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

If The World Was A Movie

A Poem Published by Hannah Flores
YouTube Performance Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Njbukm_qTng


This poem is dedicated to the people of the world
 
I know a place
That's always moving
Where there's something in the air that makes sleep useless
 
If the world was a movie
You would see so many people walk by
And never stop to notice
As if they are just extras
But what if I told you
That they are the movie
We are the movie
 
If the world was a stop motion film
Each picture would be a moment frozen in time
Yet still in motion forward
Like bad internet service
Claustrophobia ensues as we quarantine ourselves with our own fear
Thursday March 12, 2020 was the first day that I felt trapped in my own hand washing
Turning the Happy Birthday song into a timer
Dehydrating my sense of hope and my skin all at the same time
 
While some of us are...